When I start to blog, I always look back at the last entry. To my consternation, I see that the last blog I wrote on March 30, was titled "Heading to Overload." All of a sudden, I am hit with a blinding dose of clarity. My recent feelings of "overload" aren't recent. They've been advancing slowly over months. This is good information because, you see, I had a "meltdown" last week. Thanks to a kind friend and a half-box of Kleenex, I finally recognize the fact that my trusty anti-depressant--the one I've been taking for the past 22 years--doesn't work any more. My March 30 blog entry demonstrates to me that it probably wasn't working on March 30, either, but it has taken an entire stressed, frustrated, and exhausted summer to realize it. Depression manifests itself differently in different people, and I am pleased to say that I once again recognize my own very personal form of depression. I don't stop living, but I become an obse...